Shades Of Morality

"Games"

                                                 

"THAT'S CRAP!" I said throwing my hand of 12 cards down on the table. "Thats the kind of string of bad luck I'd expect from an Gypsy curse!"

Blair—damn her— fell over she laughed so hard. "If it makes you feel any better I wasn't expecting to get three +4 cards in a row."

"No, no that does not make me feel better. You know maybe we should just listen to the wendigo's yelling, at least the wendigo wouldn't stack the deck, just eat me right and proper."

"Hey!" Blair said while sitting up. "I did not stack the deck and you know it, you're the one who shuffled last round! Besides I wouldn't cheat at cards! It would be wrong."

"Oh don't you go trying to pull off the moral high ground me, you think I didn't know why  you suggested we play BS."  She turned her face away from me. "I just happen to like the game."

"Sure it has nothing to do with the fact that you have a great poker face, and can literally smell when I lie."

"You know what, I'm just going to go pick a different game." I got up. walking over to the cupboard  I pulled out jenga. Walking back over to the corner that we were playing in I set up the tower. "Well you go first" I said.

Blair took a piece from the center, easy move. I had had become very skilled at playing Jenga since the ghosts couldn't actually interact with it, well at least not without exerting a lot of energy, so I had to play both sides.

So instead of whichever side it dropped on would be the loss, the ghosts just bet whether or not it would fall when I was moving for them or for me.

So with all the experience I had under my belt it was not very hard for me to beat Blair the first round. It turned out that, unsurprisingly, she was a bit of a sore loser. "New game!" She said emphatically.

"Don't worry, I can beat you as many times as you need. You'll give up eventually." Seven games, and seven victories for me later she still hadn't had enough. Although her eyes had shifted color a few shades closer to red and there was more of a growl in her voice when she said "again!"

I had considered throwing the game a few times, but she would be able to smell it. And She would be absolutely furious if I threw the game, thus robbing her of her victory.

So I have decided to oblige her, plus it wasn't like I had much else to do (that and the fact that she might break my nose if she didn't win a single match against me.) The current game went much like the others, and soon we were at the point where the only move was to take a support block, and it was her turn.

I made a relatively dumb decision then, I decided to smack talk. I was in a lot of pain. So let's blame it on that. "Hey, another loss isn't so bad. They say that losing is a good thing, it means you have a lot of room to grow."

Man, if looks could kill.

Once Blair had finished giving me the death stare and the low rumble that was emanating from her had quieted down she focused intently on single support block. she brought her hand up and her finger  blurred in a flick that sent the piece blasting away from the tower, and right past my ear to bounce off the wall with loud clang!

I stared at the intact tower, she had hit the piece so fast and so hard that it was as if it never been touching the other pieces at all. I then looked back over the piece of wood that  nearly hit my head. Then back too Blair.